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Evidently, my Bahasa Melayu is kopak and pecah when I just let go huh? So back to my equally wordy equally ungrammatical English for the benefit of fellow Bahasa Melayu pecah speakers in my cohort.

So the meeting that wasn't last night is compensated by a wonderful, wonderful make up date at Raffles City this afternoon. There was no pre-date jitters on my part because I have spoken to CK several times over the phone prior to the meeting, it feels like I have known her for years.

Che Anwar could not join us as he had to finetune his band in preparation for the big rock gerek gig next week. So I made my way to Suntec City with Aishah on the MRT. Please remember that I am hopeless when it comes to public transport, but this is good training lah! The trip from Compasspoint to Dhoby Ghaut was uneventful, but the amount of time I had to carry Aishah was enough to tire me out 20 minutes into the journey. You cannot expect anyone to offer you a seat even if you make the most kesian look in this day an age. While trying to balance a 15 kg girl on one hand and holding on the pole in there for balance, I managed to terpeleot(sprain) the big toe which had been hit by a pin from the plug of the iron before I left the house earlier. Ouch.

Anyway, we alighted at Dhoby Ghaut and took the NS towards City Hall. The train was packed like sardines and Aishah got a little nervous. I was secretly nervous also, you know as a result of recent turns of events. Alhamdulillah, apart from being squashed front and back while carrying Aishah, I did not get my toes stepped on or get seriously hurt from standing in a crowded MRT.

I got there 4-ish, and went up straightaway to the 3rd floor looking for this gourmet chocolate cafe named Leonida(spelling?) and called CK to help me get there. My sense of direction is... *rolling eyes to the back of sockets*

Out of no where came an elegantly dressed petite lady, complete with a very chi-chi pashmina wrap, after a short introductory handshake and a lil muah muah, I was escorted into this equally chi-chi cafe and was greeted by two lovely ladies Sheryl and Noreez. Wah, I tell you , I felt underdressed, smelly, sweaty and clammy compared to these fragrant fashionistas. Fair enough, while waiting for me to get there, they had had a makeover at the MAC counter. All I had was a harrowing journey, huddled in a pressure cooker with similarly harrassed-looking commuters. I hope they did not mind my lack of pizzazz in the fashion department. But then again, I am an eclectic moody dresser, so you know...

First thing first, my nasi dagang was there. I have been craving for it for months, kempunan Pok Ku's Nasi Dagang party actually and CK was kind enough to offer to cook it for me someday. And it's my lucky day today. Now I remember how our paths first crossed. Thanks to Pok Ku, I found a generous and oh-so-chatty friend in CK. I had to focus really hard on our conversation as I was stealing glances and fantasizing about the promise of a gourmet surprise in that tightly sealed paper bag. There were also little goodies baked by little Yasmin, CK's gorgeous little princess who had a baking class earlier. Aishah had sarsaparilla, chocolates, mini pizzas and cheesesticks, I shuddered at the thought of the consequential sugar shock. As usual, there were clumsy spills and smears everywhere, I could almost feel every cringe of the unmarried ladies. Wait till you have one of your own. Conveniently, there were several stores that sell kids' stuff, so I got Aishah a cool black t-shirt in place of her blue stained one. Chit punya chat, chat punya chit, in between speed-smsing and toddler emergencies, we got along just fine. CK's husband the "hun", short for "honey" of course, was a natural conversationalist. It was very easy to get comfy with this lovely couple. The both of them exude all that Pantai Timur serenity about them. Those other two, hmm...are deliciously delectably ready for the picking.Yum! How do people say it these days? Mencari Cinta? So, urm, sapa-sapa nak berkenalan, sila beratur kat sini.

I feel a bit paiseh because I came almost emptyhanded,whereas CK gave me another surprise gift in a small box. It's a purple brooch embellished with crystals that looked like amethysts. When I look at it, it sorta reminds me of CK. Simple elegance, in a small packet. I am now resolved to make up for my lack of imagination. I will definitely wish to see all of them again, especially little Yasmin with whom I did not have the chance to really chat. It would be wonderful if Aishah could expand her social circle even if it means taking the MRT all the way to Jurong. Funny should CK point out that Aishah looks a bit like a boy. Yasmin on the other hand is a picture perfect living doll, demurely dressed in a floral frock complete with pony tails and stuff. My girl on the other hand, wore shorts and t-shirt and was the one who could not sit still. Just when it seemed like they were beginning to warm up to each other, we had to part ways as CK and friends had a previous engagement following our short and sweet meetup.

I, on the other hand had to deal with an emergency of some sort, I really felt clammy that I needed a bath ASAP. Aishah sent us running to the baby room for a diaper change, not before announcing to the world she's got gems in her pants. Oh, the drama.

I managed to find the MRT station and headed towards Bedok where Che Anwar was jamming. He picked me up at the interchange and in the car were the vocalist of the band with his 3 kids. What a pleasant surprise. Aishah really loves company. I have offered to babysit those kids the next time the dads jam, just so that Aishah could have some playmates and perhaps the boys can jam with uninhibited passion; i.e. without the kids around. In two weeks time Kak Ayu will come and visit( read:help me mop my house) and surely Aishah would enjoy the company of this brainy future estonot as I have thus far. I am just hoping all that pandai-ness would rub off.

P.S.Noreez and Raudz, the answer is YES